Breeze Lyrics

They thought I fell off but that ain't the case, bitch

That ain't the case

They thought I fell off but that ain't my way, bitch

That ain't my way

They thought I fell off but that ain't the case, bitch

That ain't the case

They thought I fell off but that ain't the

Actually I'm kinda happy it happened

play with my heart, disappear like it's magic

I'm sick of the games and the tricks

Man it's tragic, like tricks are for kids

And that bitch was a rabbit

Who is that kickin' it back with the style

Oh, that is Ash, he can rap, he go wild

Been puttin that cash in my bag for a while, it's really a fact

That I'll rap till I'm viral

Sick like a sneeze, achoo

Scope with the beam, bless you

Cold like the breeze, up north

Bitch on her knees, of course

Sick like a sneeze, achoo

Scope with the beam, bless you

Cold like the breeze, up north

Bitch on her knees, of course

Can't nobody fuck with me because luckily

They all be duckin' when we come through

Like astronomically, I'm outta the box, you see

Blowin' up like a balloon, higher and higher and higher

We go, they all say that I'm fire, I'm fire, I know

Higher and higher and higher we go

I keep blazin' my tree, you keep throwin' your stone

Higher and higher and higher we go

They all say that I'm fire, I'm fire, I know

Higher and higher and higher we go

I keep blazin' my tree, you keep throwin' your stone

Chop the top off my Jeep, hit the gas and I'm gone

They writin' on Twitter, I'm writin' my wrongs

Knock it right out of the park, Barry Bonds

Going, going, going, gone

Sick like a sneeze, achoo

Sick like a sneeze, achoo

Scope with the beam, bless you

Cold like the breeze, up north

Bitch on her knees, of course

Sick like a sneeze, achoo

Scope with the beam, bless you

Cold like the breeze, up north

Bitch on her knees, of course

I do what I want and they want what I do

It's the truth, I don't front that I'm better than you

I came up out the sewer, I don't need no tutor

Dropped out on the 4th, taught myself to maneuver

Say that I'm wack, you been smokin that copium

A matter of fact that there's nobody doper than me

Bitch, I'm a G, if we gonna fuck, I need to see ID

I'm puffin' on weed while I'm dodgin' police

It's a fact I don't cap when I rap or I speak

I don't fuck with no pussy, I ain't plannin' to eat

They afraid of a wave, I grew up in the sea

Gettin' bitches wet like Aquaman

I charged them ten grand to fuck my hologram

Off ten milligram of a Vicodin

I might sin throwin' punches like Mike Tyson

Goin' for the beam, bless you

Cold like the breeze, what, no

Goin' for the breeze, what, no

Sick like a sneeze, achoo

Goin' for the beam, bless you

Cold like the breeze, what, no

Goin' for the breeze, what, no

Bitch, I'm a D, of course